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JAPANESE 
FAIRY  TALES 

FIRST  SERIES 


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THE  PREFACE 

vO  retell  any  of  the  stories  of  the  Orient  to  the 
children  of  the  Occident  and  preserve  all  the 
original  flavor  and  charm,  would  be  impossible. 
Still  there  is  much  in  the  story,  just  as  a  story,  to 
delight  little  readers  of  America,  as  well  as  to  broaden 
their  sympathies  and  stimulate  new  ideas.  And  our 
practical  little  Jonathans  and  Columbias  need  a  touch 
of  the  imagination  and  poetry  embodied  in  these  tales, 
which  have  been  treasured  through  hundreds  of  years 
by  the  little  ones  of  Japan. 

Every  effort  has  been  made  to  bring  Japanese  life 
as  vividly  as  possible  before  the  children  by  means  of 
the  illustrations.  Mr.  Ogawa,  the  illustrator,  is  a 
native  of  Japan  and  a  graduate  of  the  Imperial  Art 
School  of  Tokio,  and  combines  the  Japanese  artistic 
instinct  and  classic  tradition  with  a  knowledge  of 
American  ideas  and  methods. 

To  Mr.  Katayama  of  Tokio  I  am  indebted  for  great 
assistance  in  collecting  these  stories. 

T.  p.  w. 
September,  1904.. 


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THE    TABLE    OE   CONTENTS 

PAGE 

The  Preface 5 

A   List  of  the  Full-page  Illustrations   ......  7 

The  Wonderful  Teakettle 9 

The  Wood-Cutter's  Sake     ........  17 

The  Mirror  of  Matsuyama 27 

The  Eight-Headed  Serpent •    •  35 

The  Stolen  Charm 42 

Urashima 49 

The  Tongue-Cut  Sparrow 56 

Shippeitaro .65 

A   Guide  to  Pronunciation 73 

A  Reading  List 75 

Suggestions  to   Teachers 78 


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A    LIST   OF    THE  FULL-PAGE 
ILL  USER  A  TIONS 

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The  Japanese  mother  tells  the  children  fairy  tales       .       Frontispiece 

Japanese  children  at  play S 

The  tinker  and  his  tight-rope  dancing  badger 15 

"  Father,  here  is  some  sake  for  you  " 25 

"  They  danced  their  very  best  " 47 

"  The  palace  of  seashell  and  pearl,  of  coral  and  emerald"    .     .     .51 

"  Rolls  of  silk  and  piles  of  gold  " 63 

"  He  curled  up  and  was  soon  fast  asleep  " 67 


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THE   WONDERFUL    TEAKETTLE 


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HE  old  priest,  was  very  hapny.  He  had 
found  a  new  treasure,  jfls  he  climbed 
*  the  hill  to  the  temple  where  he  lived, 
he  often  stopped  to  pat  his  beautiful  brass 
teakettle.  When  he  reached  the  temple  he 
called  the  three  boys  who  were  his  pupils. 

"See  here!"  he  cried  to  them.  "Just  see 
the  beautiful  kettle  I  found  in  a  little  shop  I 
passed.     I  got  it  very  cheap,  too." 

The  boys  admired  it,  but  smiled  a  little  to 
themselves,  for  they  could  not  see 
what  he  wanted  of  an  old 
brass  kettle. 

"Now  you  go  on  with  your 
studies,"  said  the  priest.  "I  will  hear  you 
recite  after  a  while."  So  the  boys  went  into 
the  next  room,  and  the  old  priest  sat  down  to 
admire  his  prize.     He  sat  and  looked  at  it  so 


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long  that  he  grew  sleepy,  and  nod,  bob,  went 
his  head  until  in  a  moment  he  was  fast 
asleep. 

The  boys  in  the  next  room  studied  very 
hard  for  a  few  minutes,  but  they  were  boys, 
and  no  one  was  there  to  see  to  them,  so  you 
can  imagine  what  they  were  doing  by  the 
time  the  priest  was  well  asleep. 


Suddenly  they  heard  a  noise  in  the  next 
room. 

• '  There,  the  priest  is  awake, "  whispered  one. 

"Oh,  dear!  Now  we'll  have  to  behave," 
said  the  second. 

The  third  one  was  more  daring.  He  crept 
up  and  peeped  through  the  screen,  to  see  if  it 
really  was  the  priest.  He  was  just  in  time 
to  see  the  new  teakettle  give  a  spring  into 


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the  air,  turn  a  somersault,  and  come  down  a 
furry  little  badger  with  a  sharp  nose,  bushy 
tail,  and  four  little  feet. 

How  that  badger  did  caper  and  dance  !  It 
danced  on  the  floor.  It  danced  on  the  table. 
It  danced  up  the  side  of  a  screen.  "Oh,  my  ! 
oh,  my  !"  cried  the  boy,  tumbling  back.  "It 
will  dance  on  me  next !    Oh,  my  !  " 

"What  are  you  talking  about?"  said  the 
other  two.     "  What  will  dance  on  you?" 

"That  goblin  will  dance  on  me.  I  know 
it  will !    It  danced  on  the  floor  and  it  danced 


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on  the  table  and  it  danced  on  the  screen,  and 
now  I  know  it  is  coming  to  dance  on  me!" 
said  the  boy. 

'■What  do   you   mean?"  said 
.„  „>    -"  •     the  others.    ' '  There  is  no  goblin 


here."  Then  they,  too,  looked  through  the 
screen.  There  sat  the  kettle  just  as  it  had 
been  before. 

"You  little  silly!"  cried  one  of  the  other 
boys.  "Do  you  call  that  a  goblin?  That 
looks  very  much  like  a  teakettle  to  my 
eyes." 

"Hush!"  said  the  third  boy.  "The  priest 
is  waking  up.  We  had  better  get  to  work 
again." 


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The  priest  waked  up  and  heard  the  busy 
lips  of  his  pupils.  "What  good  boys  I  have  !" 
he  thought,  "Now  while  they  are  working 
I  will  just  brew  myself  a  cup  of  tea." 

He  lighted  his  little  charcoal  fire,  filled  his 
kettle  with  fresh  water,  and  put  it  over  the 
fire  to  heat. 

Suddenly  the  kettle  gave  a  leap  up  into 
the  air,  spilling  the  hot  water  all  over  the 
floor.  "Hot,  hot!  I  am  burning,"  it  cried, 
and  like  a  flash  it  was  no  longer  a  kettle, 
but  a  little  furry  badger  with  a  sharp  nose, 
bushy  tail,  and  four  little  feet. 

"Oh,  help!  Oh,  help!  Here  is  a  goblin!" 
shrieked  the  priest.  In  rushed  the  three 
boys  to  see  what  was  the  matter.  They 
saw  no  kettle  at  all,  but  in  its  place  was  a 
very  angry  badger  prancing 
and  sputtering  about  the 
room. 

They  all  took  sticks  and 
began  to  beat  the  badger,  but 
it  was  again  only  a  brass 
kettle  that  answered  "Clang, 
clang ! "  to  every  blow. 

When  the  priest  saw  that  he  could  gain 
nothing  by  beating  the  kettle  he  began  to 


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plan  how  he  might  get  rid  of  it. 
the  tinker  came  by. 

"That  is  my  chance,"  thought  the  priest, 
so  he  called,  "Tinker,  tinker,  come  and  see 
what  I  have  for  you.  Here  is  an  old  kettle 
I  found.  It  is  no  use  to  hie,  but  you  could 
mend  it  up  and  sell  it." 

The  tinker  saw  that  it  was  a  good  kettle, 
so  he  bought  it  and  took  it  home.  He 
pressed  it  carefully  into  shape  again,  and 
mended  all  the  broken  places.  Once  more 
it  was  a  fine-looking  kettle. 

That  night  the  tinker  awoke  and  found 
a  badger  looking  at  him  with  his  small 
bright  eyes. 

"Now  see  here,  Mr.  Tinker,"  said  the 
badger ;  "  I  think  that  you  are  a  kind  man, 
so  I  have  something  to  tell  you.  I  am  really 
a  wonderful  teakettle,  and  can  turn  into  a 
badger  whenever  I  wish,  as  you  see.  I  can 
do  other  things,  too,  more  wonderful  than 
that." 

The  kind-hearted  tinker  said:  "Well,  if 
you  are  a  badger  you  must  want  something 
'to  eat.     What  can  I  get  for  you?" 

"Oh,  I  like  a  little  sugar  now  and  then," 
replied  the  badger,  ' '  and  I  don't  like  to  be  set 


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The  tinker  and  his  tight-fope  dancing  badger 


on  the  fire  or  beaten  with  sticks.  But  I  am 
sure  that  you  will  never  treat  me  that  way. 
If  you  wish  to  take  me  around  to  the  differ- 
ent villages,  I  can  sing  and  dance  on  the  tight 
rope  for  you." 

The  tinker  did  this,  and  crowds  came  to  see 
the  wonderful  kettle.  Those  who  had  seen  it 
once  came  again,  and  those  who  had  not 
seen  it  came  to  see  why  the  people  liked  it 
so  well. 

At  last  the  tinker  became  rich.  Then  he 
put  his  beloved  teakettle  in  a  little  temple  on 
the  top  of  a  hill,  where  it  might  always  rest 
and  have  all  the  sugar-plums  it  wanted. 


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THE   WOOD-CUTTER'S 
SAKE 

r  I  AHE  sun  was  just  rising   ^^ 

behind  the  hills. 

The  great  pine    $^$2$?* 
trees  showed  each  black    ^SP^ 
needle  against  the  rosy 
clouds  of  sunrise. 
The    stones 


along  the  path 
way  looked  orange  in 
the  sunshine  and  purpl 
in  the  shadow 


The  dew-wet 
i^>3  breeze  blew  sweet 
and  fresh  over  the  rice  fields. 
A  poor  wood-cutter  was   toiling   up  the 
mountain   side.      Every    morning,    almost 


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before  the  sun  was  up,  he  might  be  seen 
climbing  to  the  wooded  top  of  the  mountain. 
No  one  worked  so  hard  as  this  poor  wood- 
cutter, yet  no  matter  how  hard  he  worked, 
there  was  never  enough  wood  in  his  pile  at 
night  to  please  him. 

This  morning,  as  he  walked  along,  he  talked 
to  himself.  "It  seems  to  make  no  difference 
how  early  I  start  or  how  late  I  work  at  night, 
I  never  have  enough  money  to  buy  the  things 
I  wish  for  my  old  father  and  mother.  Now  at 
their  age  they  need  tea  and  sometimes  a  cup 
of  sake." 

So  he  set  to  work  harder  than  before.  It 
was  very  warm  and  he  was  very  tired  as  well 
as  hungry.  Suddenly  close  by  where  he  was 
chopping  he  saw  a  fat  young  badger  fast 
asleep. 

"Well!"  thought  the  wood-cutter,  "here  is 
something  I  might  take  home  to  my  father 
and  mother.     He  would  make  a  fine  stew." 

The  more  he  looked  at  the  sleeping  badger 
the  less  he  wanted  to  kill  him.  If  he  were 
awake  it  would  be  different,  but  to  kill  him 
asleep  !    The  wood-cutter  could  not  do  it. 

He  said  to  himself,  "No,  I  cannot  kill  him. 
I  will  just  work  harder,  and  see  if  I  cannot 


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earn  money  enough  to  buy  them  something 
extra  for  to-morrow." 

Just  then  the  badger  stood  up.  He  did  not 
run  away  as  you  might  expect.  He  stood 
looking  at  the  man.  It  almost  seemed  as 
though  he  smiled. 

The  wood-cutter  stared  at  him  with  his 
mouth  open.  You  do  _^  not  expect  the 
badger  you  are  just  &jmw^t  S°^nS  to  kill  to 
stand  and  smile  ^^IIB*  at  y°u-  But 
this  badger  4^^^^^^^^^  spoke,  and 
this  is  what        ^^Pim;         he  said  : 

"Now,  Mr.     4^^Kl^^K^  Wood-cutter, 

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you  did  well  not  to  kill  me.  In  the  first 
place  you  could  not  do  it.  More  than  that, 
since  you  were  good  to  me,  I  will  be  good  to 
you.  You  cannot  guess  all  the  things  I  can 
do  for  you.  But  first,  will  you  just  go  beyond 
that  pine  tree  and  bring  me  a  smooth  flat 
stone  you  find  there." 

The  wood-cutter  hurried  to  get  the  stone. 
When  he  reached  the  place  there  lay  a  rich 
feast  all  spread  out  on  dainty  dishes. 

The  wood-cutter  thought  of  his  father  and 
mother.  He  wished  he  might  take  them  just 
a  bite  of  some  of  these  dainties.  He  would 
not  touch  anything  that  was  not  his  own, 
however,  so  he  began  to  look  for  a  smooth 
flat  stone. 

"  He-he  !  "  chuckled  some  one  behind  him. 
He  looked  around.  It  was  the  badg^£,. -laugh- 
ing until  his  bushy  tail  shook. 

' '  Does  it  not  look  good  ?  Why  don't  you  eat 
some?" 

' '  Oh,  I  did  not  wish  any  for  myself.  I  only 
wished  that  my  poor  old  father  and  mother 
might  have  such  a  feast  as  that  for  once  in 
their  lives." 

"Never  mind,  they  are  eating  just  such  a 
one  this  minute." 


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The  wood-cutter  stared.  "Why,  we  have 
only  rice  and  water  in  the  house,"  he  said. 

"They  are  eating  just  what  you  see  here," 
said  the  badger. 

"  Where  could  they  get  it?" 


fap-vUp,  rap-a-Up,     yH| 
rap-a-Upjap. 


"I  sent  it  to  them,  and  this  is  for  3^ou  and 
me.  So  sit  down  quickly,  for  I  am  very 
hungry." 

They  sat  down  and  ate  and  ate,  now  dango, 
or  dumpling,  now  go '2 en,  or  boiled  rice.    Then 


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eggplant,  sake,   cakes,  and   fruits  until  the 
wood-cutter  could  eat  no  more. 

The  badger  looked  like  a  round  fat  dump- 
ling himself,  he  was  so  full. 

"Rap-a-tap,  rap-a-tap,  rap-a-tap,  rap. 
Rub-a-dub,  rub-a-dub,  rub-a-dub,  rap." 

It  sounded  like  the  music  of  the  drum  beat- 
ing for  the  soldiers. 

' '  Fan-ta-ra-ra-ra,  fan-ta-ra-ra. " 
This  was  like  the  music  for  the  dances. 

"Ru-lo,  re-lo,  ru-le-o,  re-lo."    . 
It  was  the  wailing  of  the  sad  sweet  samisen. 
Where  did  it  all  come  from?     The  wood- 
cutter was  looking  everywhere  but  the  right 
place.    ' '  Where  does  all  this  sweet  music  come 
from?"  he  asked  the  badger.     Then  he  saw. 
It  was  the  badger  drumming  and  strum- 
ming on  his  skin  that  was  stretched  until  he 
looked  like  a  dumpling. 

With  a  chuckle  the  badger 
disappeared.  The  wood- 
cutter 


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looked  for  him,  but  saw  onl»/&g| 
beautiful  waterfall.     It  tumbled 
in  foam  over  the  rocks.     What 
a  sweet  song  it  sang ! 

The  wood-cutter  knew  that  he 
had   never   seen   it   before.      He 
went  up  to  look  at  it.     SniffJ 
something    smelled    v 
good.    He  stooped  down 
drink    of    the    cold 
sparkling  water. 

He    drank    and 
stared,   then   drank  ^ 
again.    It  was  sake, 
as  sure  as  could  be. 
He  filled  his  gourd  with  i 
and    hastened    home. 
' '  Father,  here  is  some  ^S" 
sake  for  you! "  he  cried 

He  told  hisr father  all 
about  the  badger  and     S. 


the  feast.    Then  his  father  told  him  about  his 
feast,  too. 

The  next  morning  when  he  started  to  work, 
you  may  be  sure  he  did  not  forget  his  gourd. 
He  was  surprised  to  see   a  great   crowd  of 


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people  going  up  the  mountain.  Before  this 
he  was  the  only  one  who  would  take  that 
long,  hard  climb.  They  all  had  gourds  in 
their  hands,  as  many  as  they  could  carry. 

Some  one  had  listened  at  the  wood-cutter's 
door  the  evening  before,  and  heard  him  tell 
about  the  sake  waterfall. 

When  they  reached  the  place  one  of  the 
men  said  :  "  Now,  young  man,  since  we  hap- 
pen to  know  about  this  place,  you  need  not 
mind  if  we  help  ourselves  first.  We  have  to 
go  back  down  the  mountain  to  our  work,  so 
we  are  in  a  hurry.  First  let  us  all  have  a 
drink  together." 

They  all  filled  their  gourds  and  took  a 
long,  deep  drink.  How  they  stared !  The 
wood-cutter  saw  that  something  was  wrong, 
so  he  slipped  away  and  hid  behind  a  big 
pine  tree. 

They  took  one  more  taste.  ' '  Water  !  That 
is  only  water  ! "  all  shouted  at  once.  "Just 
wait  until  we  get  that  scamp  !"  But  they 
could  not  find  him  anywhere. 

Down  the  hill  they  went  again.  They 
were  angry  to  think  of  that  long  walk  for 
nothing. 

When  they   were    gone    the    wood-cutter 


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slipped  out  and  tasted  the  water  again.     It 
was  sake,  j  ust  as  before. 

After  that,  whenever  the  poor  wood-cutter 
went  there  for  a  drink,  or  to  fill  the  gourd  for 
his  father,  the  water  tasted  like  the  richest 
sake,  but  for  others  it  was  only  water. 


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THE 

MIRROR  OF 

MA  TSUYAMA 

IN  Matsuyama  there 
lived  a  man,  h: 
wife,  and  their 
daughter.  They  loved  each 
other  very  much,  and  were  very  happy 
together.  One  day  the  man  came 
home  very  sad.  He  had  received  a  message 
from  the  Emperor,  which  said  that  he  must 
take  a  journey  to  far-off  Tokio. 

They  had  no  horses  and  in  those  days  there 
were  no  railroads  in  Japan.  The  man  knew 
that  he  must  walk  the  whole  distance.  It 
was  not  the  long  walk  that  he  minded,  how- 
ever. It  was  because  it  would  take  him 
many  days  from  home. 

Still  he  must  obey  his  Emperor,  so  he  made 
ready  to  start.    His  wife  was  very  sorry  that 


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he  must  go,  and  yet  a  little  proud,  too,  for  no 
one  else  in  the  village  had  ever  taken  so  long 
a  journey. 

She  and  the  baby  walked  with  him  down  to 
the  turn  in  the  road.  There  they  stood  and 
watched  him  through  their  tears,  as  he  fol- 
lowed the  path  up  through  the  pines  on  the 
mountain  side.  At  last,  no  larger  than  a 
speck,  he  disappeared  behind  the  hills.  Then 
they  went  home  to  await  his  return. 

For  three  long  weeks  they  waited.  Each 
day  they  spoke  of  him,  and  counted  the  days 

until  they  should 
see  his  dear  face 
again.     At  last 
the    time    came. 
Th ey    walked 
down  to  the 
turn    in   the 
road    to   wait 
for  his  com- 
ing.   Up  on 
the    moun- 
tain side  some  one  was  walking  toward  them. 
As  he  came  nearer  they  could  see  that  it  was 
the  one  for  whom  they  waited. 
The  good  wife  could  scarcely  believe  that 


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her  husband  was  inljeed  safe  home  again. 
The  baby  girl  laughed  aa®  clapped  her  hands 


to  see  the  toys  he  broughtr^er. 

There  was  a  tiny  imagew  Uzume,  the 
laughter-loving  goddess.  Nexrv£ame  a  little 
red  monkey  of  cotton,  with  a^tfce  head. 
When  she  pressed  the  spring  he  ra*24o  the 
top  of  the  rod.  Oh,  how  wonderful  waa^the 
third  gift !  It  was  a  tombo,  or  dragon  ffy. 
When  she  first  looked  at  it  she  saw  only  a 
piece  of  wood  shaped  like  T.  The  cross  piece 
was  painted  with  different  bright  colors.  But 
the  queer  thing,  when  her  father  twirled  it 
between  his  fingers,  would  rise  in  the  air, 
dipping  and  hovering  like  a  real  dragon  fly. 

Last,  of  course,  there  was  a  ninghio,  or  doll, 
with  a  sweet  face,  slanting  eyes,  and  such 
wonderful  hair.  Her  name  was  O-Hina- 
San. 

He  told  of  the  Feast  of  the  Dead  which  he 
had  seen  in  Tokio.  He  told  of  the  beautiful 
lanterns,  the  Lanterns  of  the  Dead ;  and  the 
pine  torches  burning  before  each  house.  He 
told  of  the  tiny  boats  made  of  barley  straw 
and  filled  with  food  that  are  set  floating  away 
on  the  river,  bearing  two  tiny  lanterns  to 
guide  them  to  the  Land  of  the  Dead. 


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At  last  her  husband  handed  the  wife  a 
small  white  box.  "Tell  me  what  you  see 
inside,"  he  said.  She  opened  it  and  took  out 
something  round  and  bright. 


On  one  side  were  buds  and  flowers  of 
frosted  silver.  The  other  side  at  first  looked 
as  clear  and  bright  as  a  pool  of  water.    When 


m 


she  moved  it  a  little  she  saw  in  it  a  most 
beautiful  woman. 

"Oh,  what  a  beautiful  picture!"  she  cried. 
"  It  is  of  a  woman  and  she  seems  to  be  smiling 
and  talking  just  as  I  am.  She  has  on  a  blue 
dress  just  like  mine,  too  !     How  strange  !" 

Then  her  husband  laughed  and  said  : 

"That  is  a  mirror.  It  is  yourself  you  see 
reflected  in  it.  All  the  women  in  Tokio 
have  them." 

The  wife  was  delighted  with  her  present, 
and  looked  at  it  very  often.  She  liked  to  see 
the  smiling  red  lips,  the  laughing  eyes,  and 
beautiful  dark  hair. 

After  a  while  she  said  to  herself:  "How 
foolish  this  is  of  me  to  sit  and  gaze  at  myself 
in  this  mirror  !  I  am  not  more  beautiful  than 
other  women.  How  much  better  for  me  to 
enjoy  others'  beauty,  and  forget  my  own  face. 
I  shall  only  remember  that  it  must  always  be 
happy  and  smiling  or  it  will  make  no  one  else 
happy.  I  do  not  wish  any  cross  or  angry 
look  of  mine  to  make  anyone  sad." 

She  put  the  mirror  carefully  away  in  its  box. 
Only  twice  in  a  year  she  looked  at  it.  Then 
it  was  to  see  if  her  face  was  still  such  as 
would  make  others  happy. 


The  years  passed  by  in  their  sweet  and 
simple  life  until  the  baby  had  grown  to  be  a 
big  girl.  Her  ninghio,  her  tombo,  the  image 
of  Uzume,  even  the  cotton  monkey,  were  put 
carefully  away  for  her  own  children. 

This  girl  was  the  very  image  of  her  mother. 
She  was  just  as  sweet  and  loving,  just  as  kind 
and  helpful. 

One  day  her  mother  became  very  ill.     Al- 
though the  girl  and  her  father 
did  all  they  could  for  her,  she 
grew  worse  and  worse. 

At  last  she  knew  that  she 
must  die,  so   she   called  her 
daughter  to  her  and  said  :     _ 
Y  My  child,  I  know  that  I 
must  soon  leave  you,  but 
I  wish  to  leave  something 
with 


>-as^ 


Wmm^m^M 


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my  place.   Open  this  box  and  see 
what  you  find  in  it." 

The  girl  opened  the  box  and 
looked  for  the  first  time  in  a 
mirror.  "Oh,  mother  dear!" 
she  cried.  ' '  I  see  }^ou  here.  Not 
thin  and  pale  as  you  are  now, 
but  happy  and  smiling,  as 
you  have  always  been." 

Then  her  mother  said: 
"When  I  am  gone,  will  you 
look  in  this  every  morning 
and  every  night  ?     If  an}^thin< 
troubles  you,  tell  me  about 
it.     Alwa}^s  try  to  do 
right,  so  that  }^ou  will 
see  only  happiness  here." 

Every  morning  when  the  sun  rose  and  the 
birds  began  to  twitter  and  sing,  the  girl  rose 
and  looked  in  her  mirror.  There  she  saw  the 
bright,  happy  face  that  she  remembered  as 
her  mother's. 

Every  evening  when  the  shadows  fell  and 
the  birds  were  asleep,  she  looked  again.  She 
told  it  all  that  had  happened  during  the  day. 
When  it  had  been  a  happy  day  the  face  smiled 
back  at  her.     When   she  was  sad  the   face 


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looked  sad,  too.     She  was  very  careful  not 
do  anything  unkind,  for  she  knew  how  sad 
the  face  would  be  then. 

So  each  day  she  grew  more  kind  and  lov- 
ing, and  more  like  the  mother  whose  face  she 
saw  each  day  and  loved. 


^ 


it 


h 


THE  EIGHT-HEADED 
SERPENT 

THE  great  god  Su- 
sano  walked  by 
the  river  Hi.  He 
walked  for  four  days  and 
saw  no  living  thing.  At 
evening  on  the  fifth  day 
he  lay  down  to  sleep  in 
the  bamboo  thicket,  close 
by  the  river's  edge. 

He  dreamed  that  he 
saw  a  beautiful  maiden 
floating  down  the  river. 
A  great  monster  rose  from 
the  water  and  was  about 
to  swallow  her,  but  the 
god  swam  out  and  saved 
her. 

Susano  wondered  about 
his  dream,  and  in  the 
morning  he  said  to  him- 
self :  "In  this  beautiful 
land  it  seems  strange  that 
I  find  no  living  thing.  I 
will  go  on  up  the  river 


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•&iit'  'v 


to-day,  but  if  by  night  I  find  no  one,  I  will 
return  to  heaven  once  more." 

As  he  spoke  something  floated  down  the 
blue  face  of  the  river.  It  was  a  chop-stick. 
Then  the  god  Susano  knew  that  some  one 
lived  by  the  river,  so  he  started  on  to  search 
until  he  found  them. 

Toward  evening  he  thought  he  heard  the 
sound  of  voices.  He  hurried  on,  and  as  he 
turned  a  bend  in  the  river  he  saw  an  old 
woman  sitting  by  the  edge  of  the  water  and 
weeping.  Her  husband  and  little  daughter 
sat  near  her. 

Susano  looked  at  the  girl  in  sur- 
prise, for  she  seemed  to  be  the  same 
one  whom  he  had  seen  in  his  dream. 
"What  is  your  trouble?"  he 
asked  of  the  woman.     "  Perhaps  I 
can  help  you." 


M^ 


36 


The  old  woman  answered:  "No  one  can 
help  us.  Our  beautiful  daughter  must  go  as 
her  seven  beautiful  sisters  have  gone." 

"But  tell  me  all  about  it,"  said  Susano, 
for  he  remembered  how  he  had  saved  the 
maiden  in  his  dream. 

"There  is  a  great  monster  who  owns  all 
this  land,"  said  the  man.  "He  is  a  serpent 
eight  miles  long,  and  he  has  eight  heads  and 
eight  tails.  Each  year,  for  seven  }Tears,  he  has 
come  and  carried  off  one  of  our  daughters. 
Now  there  is  only  this  one,  the  youngest, 
remaining.  We  know  that  he  will  soon  come 
and  carry  her  away,  too.  Nothing  can  save 
her." 

Now  Susano  thought  that  so  beautiful  a 
maiden  was  too  good  for  an  eight-headed 
serpent,  so  he  sat  down  and  thought  how  he 
might  save  her.  He  sat  by  the  river  bank, 
under  the  feathery  bamboo,  and  thought. 

The  blue  face  of  the  river  turned  to  red 
and  gold.  Then  Susano  knew  that  the  sun 
had  set,  but  he  did  not  look  up.  The  light 
faded  and  all  was  dark.  He  knew  the  stars 
were  shining,  for  he  could  see  their  tiny 
points  of  light  reflected  on  the  smooth  surface 
of  the  water.    Still  he  could  think  of  no  plan. 


37 


At  last  he  said:  "Morning  thoughts  are 
best.  I  will  sleep  now,  and  perhaps  in  the 
morning  I  can  think  of  some  plan." 

In  the  morning  he  was  up  with  the  first 
light  of  the  sun.  The  old  woman  brought 
him  food,  but  he  ate  nothing.  He  sat  by 
the  water's  edge,  under  the  feathery  bam- 
boo, and  thought  and  thought. 


Just  as  the  sun  was  sinking  again  he  went 
to  the  old  man  and  woman. 

"Weep  no  more,"  he  said.  "  I  have  thought 
of  a  plan  to  save  your  daughter.  We  will  get 
up  early  in  the  morning  and  go  to  work,  but 
to-night  we  will  sleep,  for  we  need  rest." 

The  next  morning  they  were  at  work  long 
before  light.  The  old  woman  prepared  a  rich 
soup  in  eight  huge  kettles.  Susano  and  the 
old  man  made  a  great   wall,  having  eight 


3? 


*t'5*  &£:«*» 


gates  in  it.  Before  each  gate  they  set  a 
kettle  of  the  soup.  Then  Susano  bruised 
some  leaves  which  he  found  by  the  river- 
side and  put  them  in  the  soup.  A  delicious 
odor  arose  from  each  kettle  of  soup  and 
floated  over  the  mountains. 

Very  soon  they  heard  a  great  roar.  ' '  Be 
quick  !  Hide  yourself  ! "  cried  the  old  man. 
"It  is  the  eight-headed  serpent.  He  has 
smelled  the  soup  and  is  coming  to  get  some." 

With  a  noise  like  thunder  the  great  serpent 
dragged  himself  over  eight  hills.  His  eight 
tails  writhed  along  the  ground  or  whipped 
through  the  air.  Eight  red  tongues  darted 
from  his  eight  great  mouths. 

His  eight  heads  poked  through  the  eight 
gates  in  the  wall,  and  in  a  moment  the  soup 
was  disappearing. 

Susano  stole  up,  and  with  one  blow  of  his 
sword  cut  off  the  first  head  of  the  serpent. 
In  a  moment  another  head  was  gone,  then 
another  and  another. 

The  serpent  was  angry,  but  he  would 
rather  lose  a  few  heads  than  forego  the 
soup.  Perhaps  Susano  had  put  something 
in  the  soup  to  make  him  think  so. 

Whiz  !  and  the  tails  lashed  about.     Whiz ! 


39 


*&L 


and  Susano's  sharp  sword  cut  off  the  fifth 
head.  The  snake  was  furious  with  pain,  but 
still  trying  to  get  the  last  few  drops  of  soup 
that  were  left. 

Susano's  sharp  sword 
^flashed   through    the   air 
and  cut  off  the  sixth 
head.     Another  mo- 
ment and  the  seventh 
,head  fell. 

Just  then  the  serpent 

turned   on   Susano.     His 

(great  mouth  was  open  to 

iwallow  him,  but  the 

brave  man  sprang  upon 

)the  monster's  neck  and 

from  above  cut  off  the 

last  head. 

The  great  body  quiv- 
ered and  shook  until 
the  trembling 
leaves  fell 


down  from  the  trees.  At  last  it  lay  quite 
still,  and  they  knew  that  the  serpent  would 
never  trouble  them  again. 

Then  Susano  took  the  maiden  up  to  the 
Land  of  the  Smiling  Heaven.  There  they 
lived,  always  looking  down  upon  the  earth 
to  see  who  were  in  trouble  and  helping  them. 


41 


M'- 


A 


THE  STOLEN  CHARM 

LITTLE  boy  sat  on  the  sand  at  the 
foot  of  an  old  pine  tree. 

"Pish,  pish,"  whispered  the  pine 
tree  as  the  spring  wind  swept  through  its 
needles. 

"Swish,  swish,"  said  the  waves  as  they 
chased  each  other  up  to  the  yellow  sand. 
"Swish,  swish,"  said  each  wave  as  it  threw 
its  armful  of  white  foam  at  the  foot  of  the 
boy. 

The  boy  heard  the  whisper  of 
the  pine  tree  and  the  splash  of  the 
waves,  but  he  looked  far  out  over 
the  water.  He  was  looking  for  the 
white  Foam  Fairy  who  came  each 
day  to  play  with  him. 

At  last  she  came,  riding 
on  the  top  of  the  highest         wave 


w± 


.(i 


In  her 


w 


hand  she  held  something  which  shone  in  the 
sun  like  a  drop  of  dew. 

She  sat  down  on  the  sand  with  the  boy. 
For  a  long  time  she  sat  watching  the  waves 
and  the  sea  birds  and  the  soft  white  clouds. 

At  last  she  said  :  ' '  Little  boy,  we  have 
played  here  together  for  many  weeks.  Now 
I  must  go  away  to  another  land,  so  I  have 
come  to  say  good-by.  Do  you  see  this  tiny 
silver  ship  I  have  brought  you?  It  is  a 
charm  and  will  always  keep  you  well  and 
happy." 

The  boy  looked  up  to  say  good-by,  but 
could  see  only  the  rainbow  that  gleamed  in 
the  spray  of  the  waves. 

She  was  gone,  but  close  by  his  hand  lay  a 
tiny  silver  ship  that  shone  in  the  sun  like 
a  drop  of  dew.  The  boy  picked  it  up  and 
walked  slowly  to  his  home. 

"See,  mother,"  he  said,  "here  is  a  tiny 
silver  ship  which  'the  Foam  Fairy  gave  to 
me." 

"That  is  a  charm,  my  boy,"  said  his 
mother.  "You  must  alwa}^s  keep  it,  for  it 
is  very  precious." 

Then  he  showed  the  charm  to  his  two  pets, 
the  furry  little  Fox-cub  and  the  fuzzy  little 


43 


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Puppy.     They  sniffed  and  blinked  at  it  very 
wisely,  as  though  they  knew  all  about  it. 

Weeks  passed  and  spring  warmed  into 
summer.  One  evening  the  boy  became  very 
ill.  His  mother  went  to  fetch  the  silver 
charm,  for  that  would  make  him 
well  again.  It  was  gone  !  Who 
could  have  taken  it  ? 

The   furry  little   Fox-cub 
and  the  fuzzy 
Puppy    were 
very  sad. 

They  sat 
in  the  dusk 
and  blinked 

flies  flashing  among  the 
trees.  They  blinked  at  the  stars  in  the  far- 
away sky.  Their  sharp  little  noses  twitched 
as  they  smelled  the  sweet  dew  on  the  flowers. 

They  thought  of  their  poor  sick  master 
and  wondered  how  they  could  help  him. 

At  last  the  Fox-cub  said:  "I  believe  the 
Ogre  must  have  stolen  the  charm.  Let's  go 
and  see." 

"Oh,  dear!  I'm  afraid  of  ogres,"  said  the 
Puppy,  with  her  tail  between  her  legs.  "How 
would  we  ever  get  it  if  he  did  have  it  ?" 


Mji 


44 


* 


"Come  along.    We'll 
a  way,  "said  the  Fox- 
cub. 

They  crept    softly 
along  the  path  which 
led  up  the  hill  to  the 
house   of   the 
Ogre.    On  the 
way  they  met 
the  Rat. 

"Where  are  you  going?"  squealed  the  Rat. 

"We  are  going  to  the  house  of  the  Ogre,  to 
see  if  he  has  stolen  our  master's  charm,"  said 
the  Fox-cub. 

"And  I  don't  know  how  we'll  ever  get  it  if 
he  has  it,"  whined  the  Puppy,  with  her  tail 
between  her  legs. 

"I'll  go,  too,"  said  the  Rat.  "I  know  how 
you  can  get  it.  Just  you  wait  here  by  this 
tree  until  I  creep  up  to  the  house.  When 
I  am  by  the  window  }rou  make  a  dreadful 
noise  and  then  run  for  your  lives.  I'll  meet 
you  at  the  foot  of  the  hill." 

"Oh,  dear!  I'm  afraid,"  sniffed  the  Puppy. 

"  Never  mind,  he  won't  hurt  you,"  said  the 
Fox-cub. 

They  waited  by  the  pine  tree  until  the  Rat 


5=3 


45 


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was  close  to  the  house.  Then  they  made  a 
noise  like  all  sorts  of  monsters,  and  turned 
and  ran  for  their  lives. 

By  and  by  the  Rat  came,  too. 

"I  know  where  it  is  !  "  he  cried.  "  He  has 
the  charm  and  he  keeps  it  in  the  pocket  of 
his  sleeve.  I  know  it  is  there,  for  when  you 
screamed  he  felt  in  his  pocket  the  first  thing 
to  see  that  it  was  safe.  Now  we'llwait  till 
he  gets  over  being  frightened,  and  then  we'll 
go  back  and  get  it." 

Soon  they  were  by  the  pine  tree  again. 
Then  the  Rat  said  :  ' '  Now,  you  Fox-cub, 
change  yourself  into  a  little  boy,  and  Puppy, 
into  a  little  girl.  Then  both  go  in  and  dance 
for  the  Ogre.  Dance  for  your  lives,  and  keep 
on  dancing  until  I  am  down  the  hill  again." 

"Oh,  dear  !  I'm  so  afraid  of  ogres,"  said  the 
Puppy. 

"Never  mind.  Dance  for  your  life  and  he 
won't  hurt  you,"  said  the  Fox-cub. 

Then  the  Rat  hid  himself  in  the  folds  of 
the  girl's  long  dress. 

The  boy  and  the  girl  walked  up  to  the  door 
of  the  house. 

"Please,  Mr.  Ogre,  may  we  dance  for  you?" 
they  asked. 


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46 


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Now  the  Ogre  was  very  tired  and  very  cross, 
so  a  dance  was  just  what  he  wanted  to  see. 
He  said  :    "Yes,  but  if  you  don't  dance  well, 
I'll  eat  you." 

They  danced  their  very  best  and  the  Ogre 
was  so  interested  that  he  did  not  see  the  little 
Rat  slip  from  the  girl's  dress  and  crawl  under 
his  sleeve. 

He  did  not  hear  the  Rat  gnaw  through  the 
cloth,  nor  see  him  as  he  slipped  away  with 
the  tin)^  silver  ship  in  his  mouth. 

When  the  Rat  was  safely  down 
the  hill,  the  girl  and  boy  suddenly  disap- 
peared. The  Ogre  never  knew  what  became 
of  them.  Like  a  flash  they  were  only  a  Fox- 
cub  and  a  Puppy,  running  and  tumbling 
down  the  hill  as  fast  as  they  could. 

They  thanked  the  Rat  for  his  help,  and 
then  ran  to  their  master  with  the  silver  ship.. 

"Dear  master!"  they  cried,  "here  is  your 
charm.    Now  you  will  be  well  once  more." 

Sure  enough  the  boy  did  get  well  and  lived 
long  after  the  furry  little  Fox-cub  was  a 
grown-up  Fox  and  the  fuzzy  little  Puppy  was 
a  grandmother  Dog.  But  the  Dog  still  puts 
her  tail  between  her  legs  whenever  you  talk 
about  ogres. 


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48 


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M 


U RASH  IMA 


"ANY  years  ago  a  boy  lived  down  by 
the  sea,  where  the  great  green  waves 
came  riding  in  to  break  on  the  shore 
in  clouds  of  salty  spra}^  This  boy,  Urashima, 
loved  the  water  as  a  brother,  and  was  often 
out  in  his  boat  from  purple  dawn  to  russet 
evening.  One  day  as  he  was  fishing,  some- 
thing tugged  at  his  line,  and  he  pulled  in.  It 
was  not  a  fish,  as  he  expected,  but  a  wrinkled 
old  turtle. 

"Well,"  said  Urashima,  "  if  I  cannot  get  a 
fish  for  my  dinner,  at  least  I  will  not  keep  this 
old  fellow  from  all  the  dinners  he  has  yet  to 
come."  For  in  Japan  they  say  that  all  the 
turtles  live  to  be  a  thousand  years  old. 

So  the  kind-hearted  Urashima  tumbled  him 
back  into  the  water,  and  what  a  splash  he 
made !  But  from  the  spray  there  seemed  to 
rise  a  beautiful  girl  who  stepped  into  the  boat 


49 


.  *&.:•;.•». 


>'!^^ 


m 


with  Urashima.    She  said  to  him : 
"I  am  the  daughter  of  the  sea- 
god.     I  was  that  turtle  you  just 
threw  back  into  the  water.     My 
father  sent  me  to  see  if  you 
were  as  kind  as  you  seemed, 
and  I  see  that   you   are.     We 
who  live  under  the  water  say 


that  those  who  love  the  sea  can  never  be 
unkind.  Will  you  come  with  us  to  the 
dragon  palace  far  below  the  green  waves?" 

Urashima  was  very  glad  to  go,  so  each  took 
an  oar  and  away  they  sped. 

Long  before  the  sun  had  sunk  behind  the 
purple  bars  of  evening,  Urashima  and  tlie 
Dragon  Princess  had  reached  the  twilight 
depths  of  the  under  sea.  The  fishes  scilftded 
about  them  through  branches  of  coral  and 


5° 


"The  palace  of  seashell  and  pearl,  of  coral  and  emerald' 


<»u 


trailing  ropes  of  seaweed.  The  roar  of  the 
waves  above  came  to  them  only  as  a  tremb- 
ling murmur,  to  make  the  silence  sweeter. 

Here  was  the  dragon  palace  of  seashell  and 
pearl,  of  coral  and  emerald.  It  gleamed  with 
all  the  thousand  lights  and  tints  that  lurk  in 
the  depths  of  the  water.  Fishes  with  silver 
fins  were  ready  to  come  at  their  wish.  The 
daintiest  foods  that  the  ocean  holds  for  her 
children  were  served  to  them.  Their  waiters 
were  seven  dragons,  each  with'a  golden  tail. 

Urashima  lived  in  a  dream  of  happiness 
with  the  Dragon  Princess  for  four  short  years. 
Then  he  remembered  his  home,  and  longed 
to  see  his  father  and  his  kindred  once  again. 
He  wished  to  see  the  village  streets  and  the 
wave-lapped  stretch  of  sand  where  he  used 
to  play. 

He  did  not  need  to  tell  the  princess  of  his 
wish,  for  she  knew  it  all,  and  said:  "I  see 
that  you  long  for  your  home  once  more ;  I  will 
not  keep  you,  but  I  fear  to  have  you  go.  Still 
I  know  you  will  wish  to  come  back,  so  take 
this  box  and  let  nothing  happen  to  it,  for  if 
it  is  opened  you  can  never  return." 

She  then  placed  him  in  his  boat  and  the 
lapping  waves  bore  him  up  and  away  until 


a  «*&* 


his  prow  crunched  on  the  sand  where  he  used 
to  play. 

Around  that  bend  in  the  bay  stood  his 
father's  cottage,  close  by  the  great  pine  tree. 
But  as  he  came  nearer  he  saw  neither  tree  nor 
house.  He  looked  around.  The  other  houses, 
too,  looked  strange.  Strange  children  were 
peering  at  him.  Strange  people  walked  the 
streets.  He  wondered  at  the 
change  in   four  short 

old  man   came 


years. 

An 

along  the  shore.     To 

him  Urashima  spoke. 

^9      "  Can  you 


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^ 


;\ 


tell  me,  sir,  where  the  cottage  of  Urashima 
has  gone?" 

"Urashima?"  said  the  old  man.  "Urash- 
ima !  Why,  don't  you  know  that  he  was 
drowned  four  hundred  years  ago,  while  out 
fishing  ?  His  brothers,  their  children,  and 
their  children's  children  have  all  lived  and 
died  since  then.  Four  hundred  years  ago  it 
was,  on  a  summer  day  like  this,  they  say." 

Gone!  His  father  and  mother,  his  brothers 
and  playmates,  and  the  cottage  he  loved  so 
well.  How  he  longed  to  see  them  ;  but  he 
must  hurry  back  to  the  dragon  palace,  for  now 
that  was  his  only  home.  But  how  should  he 
go?  He  walked  along  the  shore,  but  could 
not  remember  the  way  to  take.  Forgetting 
the  promise  he  had  made  to  the  princess,  he 
took  out  the  little  pearl  box  and  opened  it. 
From  it  a  white  cloud  seemed  to  rise,  and  as 
it  floated  away  he  thought  he  saw  the  face 
of  the  Dragon  Princess.  He  called  to  her, 
reached  for  her,  but  the  cloud  was  already 
floating  far  out  over  the  waves. 

As  it  floated  away  he  suddenly  seemed  to 
grow  old.  His  hands  shook  and  his  hair 
turned  white.  He  seemed  to  be  melting  away 
to  join  the  past  in  which  he  had  lived. 


:QSW?V 


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^ 


When   the  new 

m  oon   hung   her 

horn  of  light  in  the 

branches   of    the   pine 

tree,  there  was   only  a 

small  pearl  box  on  the 

sandy  rim  of  shore,  and 

the  great  green  waves 

were  lifting  white  arms 

of  foam  as  they  had  done 

four  hundred  years  before. 


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fe      ** 


777^   TONGUE-CUT  SPARROW 


V$* 


I 


N  a  little 

old  house 

in  a  little 

Vvl .  old  village  in 

Japan  lived 

a   little   old 

man  and  his 

little     ol 

wife. 

One  morn- 
ing when  the 
old   woman 
slid     open 
the  screens 
which  form 
the  sides  of 
all  Japanese 
houses,  she 
saw,   on   the 
doorstep,    a 
poor  little  sparrow.     She  took  him  up  gently 
and  fed   him.     Then    she   held   him   in  the 
bright  morning  sunshine  until  the  cold  dew 


itKvWU^Sm 


Bite 


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was  dried  from  his  wings.  Afterward  she 
let  him  go,  so  that  he  might  fly  home  to 
his  nest,  but  he  stayed  to  thank  her  with  his 
songs. 

Each  morning,  when  the  pink  on  the  moun- 
tain tops  told  that  the  sun  was  near",  the  spar- 
row perched  on  the  roof  of  the  house 
and  sang  out  his  joy. 

The  old  man  and  woman  thanked  the  spar- 
row for  this,  for  they  liked  to  be  up  early  and 
at  work.  But  near  them  there  lived  a  cross 
old  woman  who  did  not  like  to  be  awakened 
so  early.  At  last  she  became  so  angry  that 
she  caught  the  sparrow  and  cut  his  tongue. 
Then  the  poor  little  sparrow  flew  away  to  his 
home,  but  he  could  never  sing  again. 

When  the  kind  woman  knew  what  had 
happened  to  her  pet  she  was  very  sad.  She 
said  to  her  husband :  "Let  us  go  and  find  our 
poor  little  sparrow. "  So  they  started  together, 
and  asked  of  each  bird  by  the  wayside:  "  Do 
you  know  where  the  Tongue-Cut  Sparrow 
lives  ?  Do  you  know  where  the  Tongue- 
Cut  Sparrow  went?" 

In  this  way  they  followed  until  they  came 
to  a  bridge.  They  did  not  know  which  way 
to  turn,  and  at  first  could  see  no  one  to  ask. 


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At  last  they  saw  a  Bat  hanging  head  down- 
ward, taking  his  daytime  nap.;  "Oh,  friend 
Bat,  do  you  know  where  the  Tongue-Cut  Spar- 
row went?"  they  asked. 

"Yes.     Over  the  bridge  and  up  the  moun 
tain,"  said   the   Bat.     Then  he  blinked   his 
sleepy  eyes  and  was  fast  asleep  again. 

They  went  over  the  bridge  and  up  the 
mountain,  but  again  they  found  two  roads 
and  did  not  know  which  one  to  take.  A  little 
Field  Mouse  peeped  through  the  leaves  and 
grass,  so  they  asked  him:  "Do  you  know 
where  the  Tongue-Cut  Sparrow  went?" 

' '  Yes.  Down  the  mountain  and  through  the 
woods,"  said  the  Field  Mouse. 

Down  the  mountain  and  through  the  woods 
they  went,  and  at  last  came  to  the  home  of 
their  little  friend. 

When  he  saw  them  coming  the  poor  little 
Sparrow  was  very  happy  indeed.  He  and  his 
wife  and  children  all  came  and  bowed  their 
heads  down  to  the  ground  to  show  their  re- 
spect. Then  the  Sparrow  rose  and  led  the  old 
man  and  the  old  woman  into  his  house,  while 
Jhis  wife  and  children  hastened  to  bring  them 
boiled  rice,  fish,  cress,  and  sake. 

After  they  had  feasted,  the  Sparrow  wished 


-  s»aJ  sV#,»'.  L 


to  please  them  still  more, 
he  danced  for  them  what 
called   the    "sparrow 
dance." 

When  the  sun  be 
gan  to  sink,  the  old 
man  and  woman 
started  for  home. 
The     Sparrow 
brought  out  two  bas- 
kets.    "I  would  like 
to  give  }^ou  one  of 
these,"   he    said. 
"Which  will    you 
take?"     One  basket 
was  large  and  looked 
very   full,   while 
the  other  one 
seemed   very 
small  and  light. 
The  old    people 


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thought  they  would  not  take  the 
large  basket,  for  that  might  have  all  the 
Sparrow's  treasure  in  it,  so  they  said  :  "The 
way  is  long  and  we  are  very  old,  so  please  let 
us  take  the  smaller  one." 

They  took  it  and  walked  home  over  the 
mountain  and  across  the  bridge,  happy  and 
contented. 

When  they  reached  their  own  home  they 
decided  to  open  the  basket  and  see  what  the 
Sparrow  had  given  them.  Within  the  basket 
they  found  many  rolls  of  silk  and  piles  of 
gold,  enough  to  make  them  rich,  so  they 
were  more  grateful  than  ever  to  the  Sparrow. 


The  cross  old  woman  who 
had  cut  the  Sparrow's  tpngue 
was  peering  in  through  the 
screen  when  they  opened 
their  basket.  She  saw  the 
rolls  of  silk  and  the  piles  of  gold,  and  planned 
how  she  might  get  some  for  herself. 

The  next  morning  she  went  to  the  kind 
woman  and  said  :  "I  am  so  sorry  that  I  cut 
the  tongue  of  your  Sparrow.  Please  tell  me 
the  way  to  his  home  so  that  I  may  go  to  him 
and  tell  him  I  am  sorry." 

The  kind  woman  told  her  the  way  and  she 
set  out.    She  went  across  the  bridge,  over  the 


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mountain,  and  through  the  woods.  At  last 
she  came  to  the  home  of  the  little  Sparrow. 

He  was  not  so  glad  to  see  this  old  woman, 
yet  he  was  very  kind  to  her  and  did  every- 
thing to  make  her  feel  welcome.  They  made 
a  feast  for  her,  and  when  she  started  home 
the  Sparrow  brought  out  two  baskets  as  be- 
fore. Of  course  the  woman  chose  the  large 
basket,  for  she  thought  that  would  have  even 
more  wealth  than  the  other  one. 

It  was  very  heavy,  and  caught  on  the  trees 
as  she  was  going  through  the  wood.  She 
could  hardly  pull  it  up  the  mountain  with 
her,  and  she  was  all  out  of  breath  when  she 
reached  the  top.  She  did  not  get  to  the  bridge 
until  it  was  dark.  Then  she  was  so  afraid  of 
dropping  the  basket  into  the  river  that  she 
scarcely  dared  to  step. 

When  at  last  she  reached  home  she  was  so 
tired  that  she  was  half  dead,  but  she  pulled 
the  screens  close  shut,  so  that  no  one  could 
look  in,  and  opened  her  treasure. 

Treasure  indeed  !  A  whole  swarm  of 
horrible  creatures  burst  from  the  basket  the 
moment  she  opened  it.  They  stung  her  and 
bit  her,  they  pushed  her  and  pulled  her,  they 
scratched  her  and  laughed  at  her  screams. 


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■;&m 


§§§ 


At  last  she  crawled  to  the  edge  of  the  room 
and  slid  aside  the  screen  to  get  away  from  the 
pests.  The  moment  the  door  was  opened 
they  swooped  down  upon  her,  picked  her  up, 
and  flew  away  with  her.  Since  then  nothing 
has  ever  been  heard  of  the  old  woman. 


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SHIPPEITARO 

RAVE  SOLDIER  was  the 
name  of  a  very  brave 
man  in  Japan.  One  time 
he  was  going  on  a  long  journey. 
He  had  to  go  through  woods  and 
over  mountains.  He  crossed 
rivers  and  plains.  Near  the 
end  of  his  journey  he  came  to  a 
great  forest.  The  trees  were  so 
thick  and  tall  that  the  sun  could 
never  enter  there. 

All  day  Brave  Soldier  hurried 
along  the  mossy  path  that  led 
among  the  great  tree  trunks. 
He  said  to  himself,  "I  must  reach  the  next 
village  before  dark  or  else  I  can  find  no  place 
to  sleep  to-night."  So  he  hastened  on  along 
the  narrow  path. 

After  a  time  he  seemed  to  be  going  up  a 
mountain  side.  As  he  hurried  on  it  seemed 
to  grow  darker  and  darker.  Brave  Soldier 
knew  that  it  was  not  late  enough  for  night 
to  be  coming  on.  "There  must  be  a  storm 
coming,"  said  Brave  Soldier  to  himself,  "for 
I  hear  the  trees  sighing  and  rustling.     Now  I 


• 


»5 

'fF&i :  -■ 


^3 


must  hurry,  for  I  do  not  care  to  be  out  in  a 
storm." 

So  Brave  Soldier  walked  as  fast  as  he  could, 
and  hoped  that  he  would  soon  come  to  a  vil- 
lage. The  wind  rushed  through  the  tree  tops, 
and  the  rain  hammered  on  the  leaves  far 
above  him. 

It  was  so  dark  that  Brave  Soldier  could 
hardly  follow  the  path.  "If  I  do  not  soon 
find  some  house  or  village,  I  shall  lie  down 
here  under  the  trees  for  the  night.  They  are 
my  friends  and  will  not  allow  any  harm  to 
come  to  me." 

He  had  no  more  than  said  this  when  he 
came  to  a  clearing  in  the  trees.  It  was  not 
quite  so  dark  here,  and  Brave  Soldier  saw 
some  kind  of  a  house  standing  in  the  middle 
of  the  open  space.  He  went  to  it  and  found 
that  it  was  an  old  ruined  temple.  It  looked 
as  though  only  bats  had  been  there  for  a 
hundred  years. 

No  palace  ever  seemed  more  welcome  to 
anyone  than  this  old  ruined  temple  did  to 
the  tired  traveler.  He  found  the  corner 
where  the  roof  leaked  the  least,  curled  up  in 
his  cloak,  and  was  soon  fast  asleep. 

In  the  middle  of  the  night  a  terrible 


m 

Mir. 


I 


"He  curled  up  and  was  soon  fast  asCeep  " 


mm 


awakened  him.  Such  shrieking  and  yowl- 
ing !  It  sounded  like  an  army  of  cats,  each 
trying  to  see  who  could  make  the  most  noise. 
When  at  last  they  stopped  for  a  moment,  per- 
haps to  catch  breath,  Brave  Soldier  heard  a 
voice  say,  "Remember,  don't  tell  this  to 
Shippeitaro.  All  is  lost  if  Shippeitaro  knows 
about  it." 

"I  wonder  what  they  are  up  to,"  thought 
Brave  Soldier.  "I  will  just  remember  that 
name  Shippeitaro,  for  he  seems  to  be  quite 
an  important  person  around  here.  It  is  pos- 
sible that  I  may  meet  him  some  day."  Then 
he  turned  over  and  went  to  sleep. 

In  the  morning  when  he  awakened,  the 
storm  was  past  and  the  sun  was  shining. 
Now  he  had  no  trouble  in  finding  his  way, 
and  soon  came  to  a  village. 

On  all  sides  he  heard  a  sound  of  weeping 
and  crying.  All  were  dressed  in  white,  a 
sign  that  some  one  is  dead  or  dying. 

"What  is  the  matter?  Who  is  dead?"  he 
asked  of  an  old  man  who  sat  by  the  roadside. 
Instead  of  answering,  the  old  man  pointed  to 
a  little  cottage  at  the  end  of  the  street. 

Some  little  children  were  sitting  in  the  door- 
way of  a  house.    Brave  Soldier  said  to  them : 


™i>*S 


I 


iS*W;'*  ^-M^^i^MMm 


*-•■■  ■  v. '--y--iiv- 


68 


y^s 


"Can  you  tell  me,  little  ones,  why  all  the 
people  in  this  village  are  weeping?" 

The  children,  too,  only  pointed  to  the  same 
house  at  the  end  of  the  street. 

When  the  soldier  came  to  this  house  he  saw 
an  old  man  and  an  old  woman  weeping  as 
though  their  hearts  were  broken.  A  little 
girl  was  trying  to  comfort  them. 

"Do  not  Aveep  so,  dear  grandmother,"  she 
said.  ' '  I  am  not  afraid  to  go.  I  am  sorry  to 
leave  3^ou,  but  some  one  must  go,  and  the 
other  women  in  the  village  will  take  care  of 
you  when  I  am  gone." 


' '  What  is  the  matter  ? "  asked  Brave  Soldier, 
coming  up  just  then.  "  Where  are  you  going 
and  why  are  all  weeping  so  ?" 

"I  am  going  up  to  the  temple  to-night," 
answered  the  girl.     "Every  year  some  one 


^5 


?3jBSav*i 


. 


^W' 


."■■■    : 


must  go  or  else  the  monster  will  destroy  the 
village.  There  is  no  one  else  to  go  this  year, 
so  I  will  go.  They  will  put  me  in  that  basket 
you  see  by  the  door,  and  carry  me  up  to  an 
old  temple  in  the  woods  and  leave  me  there. 
I  don't  know  what  happens  then,  for  those 
who  have  gone  have  never  come  back." 

"Where  is  the  tem- 
ple ? "  asked  Brave 
Soldier. 

"It  is  up  that 


§t%* 


,.^li:  = 


.&> 


hill  in  the  woods,       M 

said   the   girl,  pointing   to   the   very  temple 

where  he  had  spent  the  night. 

Brave  Soldier  remembered  what  he  had 
heard  there  the  night  before,  and  he  also 
remembered  the  name  he  had  heard. 

' '  Is  there  anyone  around  here  by  the  name 
of  Shippeitaro  ? "  he  asked. 

' '  Shippeitaro  ?    Why,  that's  our  dog,  and 


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he  is  the  nicest  dog  you  ever  saw,  too."  Just 
then  a  long,  lean  black  dog  came  up  and 
began  to  lick  the  hand  of  his  mistress. 

"This  is  Shippeitaro, "  said  the  girl ;  "is  he 
not  a  fine  fellow  ?     Everyone  loves  him." 

"Yes,  indeed,  he  is  a  brave-looking  dog," 
answered  the  man.  "I  want  to  borrow  just 
such  a  dog  as  that  for  one  night.  Would  you 
let  me  have  him  for  so  long?" 

"If  you  will  bring  him  back,  for  he  must 
stay  here  to  take  care  of  grandmother  and 
grandfather,"  said  the  girl. 

Then  Brave  Soldier  told  her  what  he  had 
heard  in  that  same  temple  the  night  before. 

"I  mean  to  put  that  brave  dog  into  the 

_    basket  instead  of  you, 


v"  »| "~  — -      _ — ~"   V  *"  -  *'  '• 

3>"i  '■^vwKtl  ,J> 


and  see  what 
will   happen.     I   will 
go  along  to  see  that  no  harm 
shall  come  to  him." 
The   dog   seemed  to   under 


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stand  what  was  wanted,  and  acted  as  though 
he  was  glad  to  go. 

They  put  him  into  the  basket  which  had 
taken  so  many  beautiful  maidens  to  their 
death.  Just  before  dark  they  carried  him  up 
through  the  listening  woods  to  the  temple. 
All  but  the  soldier  were  afraid  to  stay,  but  he 
took  out  his  good  sword  and  lay  calmly  down. 

At  midnight  he  heard  the  same  frightful 
noises.  He  looked  out  and  saw  a  troop  of 
cats  led  by  a  large  fierce-looking  tomcat. 
They  gathered  about  the  basket  and  tore 
open  the  cover.  Out  sprang  the  good  Ship- 
peitaro,  with  every  hair  bristling.  He  seized 
the  tomcat,  who  was  really  the  monster,  and 
made  short  work  of  him. 

When  the  other  cats  saw  their  leader  killed 
they  turned  and  fled  like  leaves  before  the 
wind. 

Then  the  soldier  took  the  brave  dog  back 
to  his  mistress,  and  told  the  people  how  he 
had  done  what  no  man  could  have  done,  and 
saved  the  village  from  the  monster. 

Do  you  wonder  that  all  the  psople  love 
Shippeitaro,  and  love  to  have  his  picture  over 
their  doors  ?  They  think  that  it  will  frighten 
away  all  evil. 


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A    GUIDE    TO  PRONUNCIATION 

GENERAL    RULES    FOR    PRONOUNCING    JAPANESE   WORDS 
AND   NAMES 

The  division  of  a  word  into  syllables  is  after  a 
vowel  instead  of  after  a  consonant,  as  in  English. 

Accent  is  very  slight,  as  in  French.  It  consists 
more  in  the  length  of  the  syllable  than  in  the  stress 
laid  upon  it. 

Consonants  are  all  very  much  softer  than  their 
English  equivalents.  This  is  especially  true  with  /, 
which  is  pronounced  more  as  though  one  started  to 
give  the  sound  of  z  but  ended  with  yu. 

a  has  the  sound  of  a  in  father 
c    "      "         "       "  ee  in  meet 
i     "      "         "        "     1   in  it 
o    "      "         'x       "    6   in  stone 
u    "      "  -      "        "    u  in  full 

Both  e  and  o  are  very  much  shorter  than  the  Eng- 
lish e  and  o,  having  about  the  duration  of  e  and  6 
although  they  have  the  quality  of  e  and  6. 


Abe  (ah'  bay)  Fuji  Yama 

Akandoji  (ah  kan  doj')  (foo'  je  yah  mah) 

Buddha  (bu'  dah)  gozen  (go'  zen) 

Hi  (high) 


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Horai  (ho'  ri) 
Inaba  (ee'  nah  bah) 
Keta  (ke'  tah) 
Z0//7  (16'  fty) 
Matsuyama 

(mah'  tsu  ya'  ma) 
ninghio  (nien'  yo) 
Ogre  (o'  gv) 
0  Hiiia  San 

(o  hena  sahn) 
Oki  (o'  key) 


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Japanese  wine 
Samisen  (sah'  me  sen) 
SJiippeitaro  (shpay  tah'  ro) 
Susano  (sii'  san  o) 
Tajima  (tah'  je  mah) 
7i?/h'0  (to'  kyo)  last  three 
letters  all  one  syllable 
tombo  (to'  mbo) 
Urashima  (wra'  she  mah) 
Uzume  (u'  zu  me) 


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A    READING  LIST 

Arnold,    Edwin.      "Seas   and    Lands."     New    York: 
Charles  Scribner  s  Sous. 
"  Japonica."     New    York:     Charles   Scribner  s  Sons. 

Bacon,   Alice   M.      "Japanese    Girls    and    Women." 
Boston  :     Houghton,  Mifflin  &  Co. 
"A  Japanese  Interior."    Boston:    Houghton,  Mifflin 
&  Co. 

Bishop,  Isabella  Bird.     "Unbeaten  Tracks  in  Japan." 
Nczu  York:     G.  P.  Putnam's  Son*. 

Bramhall,  Mae  S.     "Wee    Ones    of   Japan."      New 
York:     Harper  &  Brothers. 

Brinklev,  Captain  F.     "Japan."     New   York:     Bonis, 
Hozvard  &  Hulbert. 

Chamberlain,  Basil  Hall.     "  Things  Japanese."    New 
York  :      Charles  Scribner  s  Sous. 

FlNCK,  Henry  T.      "Lotus    Time    in    Japan.''      New 
York :      Charles  Scribner  s  Sous. 

Fraser,  Mrs.  Hugh.     "Letters   from   Japan."      New 
York  :     The  Macmillan  Company. 


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George,  Marion.     "  Little  Journey  to  Japan." 

Griffis,  Win.  E.     "Japan  in  History,  Folk-lore,  and 
Art."     Boston  :     Houghton,  Mifflin  &  Co. 

Hartshorne,  Anna  C.     "Japan  and  Her  People." 

Hearn,   Lafcadio.      "Kotto."      Boston:     Little,  Brown 

&  Co. 
"Glimpses  of  Unfamiliar  Japan."    Boston:    Little, 

Brozvn  &  Co. 
"  In  Ghostly  Japan."    Boston  :    Little,  Brozvn  &  Co. 
"A  Japanese  Miscellany."     Boston:    Little,  Brozvn 

&  Co. 
"  Kokoro."     Boston  :     Houghton,  Mifflin  &  Co. 
"  Out  of  the  East."   Boston  :    Houghton,  Mifflin  &  Co. 
"Shado wings."     Boston:     Little,  Brozvn  &  Co. 
"Youma."     New  York:     Harper  &  Brothers. 

Humbert,  Aime.    "Japan  and  Japanese."    Nezv  York: 
D.  Appleton  &  Co. 

La  Farge,  John.     "An  Artist's  Letters  from  Japan." 
Nezv    York:      The  Century  Company. 

Lowell,  Percival.     "Occult  Japan."     Boston:    Hough- 
to n,  Mifflin  &  Co. 
"  Noto."     Boston  :     HougJiton,  Mifflin  &  Co. 

Menpes,  Mortimer.     "Japan;    A    Record   in   Color." 
New    York :      The  Macmillan  Company. 

Morse,  E.  S.     "Japanese  Homes."  Nezv  York:  Harper 
&  Brothers. 

Murray,  David.     "Japan."    New  York:    Charles  Scrib 
ners  Sons. 


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Rand,  Edward  A.     All  Aboard  Series. 

"All  Aboard  for  Sunrise  Lands."     Chicago:     Don- 
ahue Brothers. 

SciDMORE,  Eliza  R.  "Jinrikisha  Days  in  Japan." 
New    York:      The  Century  Company. 

Shigemi,  S.      "Japanese  Boy."      New    York:      Henry 
Holt  &  Co. 
"Japanese  Fairy  Tales."     Tokio. 

Stoddard,  John  Lawson.  Lectures :  "  Glimpses  of 
the  World."  New  York :  E.  S.  Werner  Publish- 
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Taylor,  Bayard.  "Japan  in  Our  Day."  New  York: 
G.  P.  Putnam  s  Sons. 

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Van  Bergen,  R.  "Story  of  Japan."  New  York: 
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SUGGESTIONS  TO   TEACHERS 

GENERAL   SUGGESTIONS 

EVERY  story  read  by  children  should  be  made 
as  real  to  them  as  possible.  A  child's  first 
impulse  is  to  live  the  story  he  hears.  This 
impulse  should  be  used  by  the  teacher.  During  the 
rest  period  let  the  children  play  the  story  they  have 
read  earlier  in  the  day.  Encourage  them  to  plan  the 
action,  the  "  stage  settings,"  etc.,  very  carefully  before 
they  begin,  so  that  they  can  carry  the  story  through 
correctly  and  without  interruption. 

In  preparing  to  act  a  story  the  children  should 
first  of  all  retell  it.  This  retelling  is  the  best  means 
of  increasing  the  child's  vocabulary,  improving  his 
habits  of  speech,  and  giving  him  self-possession  and 
the  ability  to  express  himself  easily  and  well. 

After  acting  and  telling  the  story  the  children  are 
ready  to  tell  it  on  paper.  Give  them  the  new  words 
they  need  as  they  find  they  need  them,  and  use  the  same 
list  for  the  spelling  lesson  of  the  day.  It  is  easier  for 
children  to  learn  the  correct  use  of  capitals,  periods, 
and  paragraphs  when  they  first  begin  to  write  than 
to  wait  until  they  have  formed  the  habit  of  writing 
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written  story  to  the  other  children  for  their  sugges- 
tions and  criticisms  is  helpful. 


ART  WORK 

The  art  work  should  always  be  founded  on  the 
general  work  of  the  room.  Stories  offer  a  great  fund 
of  material,  and  expressing  his  ideas  of  a  story  in 
some  form  adds  to  the  child's  interest  as  well  as  to  his 
understanding  of  what  he  reads. 

MAKING  AND  MODELING 

First  in  importance  comes  the  making  of  models, 
either  with  clay  or  cardboard,  wood,  etc.,  of  the 
things  about  which  they  read.  Let  them  construct  a 
tiny  Japanese  village  on  the  sand  table.  Use  wooden 
splints  or  very  heavy  cardboard  for  the  framework 
of  the  houses,  paper  for  the  sides,  and  grass  for  the 
roofs.  The  animals  and  children  can  be  made  from 
clay  or  paper,  or  real  dolls  dressed  in  Japanese 
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DRAWING,  PAINTING,  DESIGNING,  AND   CUTTING 

Color  appeals  to  children,  and  for  that  reason  they 
should  be  allowed  to  use  colors.  Painting  alone, 
however,  soon  leads  to  careless,  indefinite  work — 
hence  it  should  be  combined  with  drawing  and  paper 
cutting,  both  of  which  help  to  emphasize  form.  Too 
little  is  usually  done  with  designing  in  the  primary 
grades.  This  was  the  first  form  of  art  invented  by 
primitive  man  in  the  childhood  of  the  race.  And  it 
will  be  found  that  children  who  are  not  ready  for 
illustrative  work  are  often  very  apt  at  designing. 
They  will  enjoy  making  designs  for  cups  and  saucers, 
screens,  fans,  swords,  and  the  like. 

COLLECTIONS 

Encourage  the  children  to  make  a  collection  of 
pictures  of  Japan  and  the  Japanese,  of  newspaper  and 
magazine  articles,  and  of  all  sorts  of  Japanese  curios. 
It  is  surprising  how  much  can  be  obtained  in  this  way, 
and  what  an  addition  it  is  to  information  and  enthu- 
siasm. Its  greatest  benefit,  however,  is  in  encouraging 
the  children  to  go  after  the  information  they  want 
themselves,  instead  of  waiting  for  it  to  be  brought  to 
them  ready-made  and  predigested. 

A   JAPANESE   DAY 

The  children  will  enjoy  a  "Japanese  day."  Let 
them  find  out  all  they  can  about  Japanese  schools,  and 
then  play  they  are  in  Japan  for  half  an  hour.  Let  each 
tell  what  he  saw  on  the  way  to  school,  the  houses,  the 
people,  the  stores,  etc. 


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A  Japanese  luncheon,  with  a  lesson  on  cooking  rice 
and  making  tea,  has  been  tried  with  success.  Let  the 
children  eat  the  rice  with  chopsticks  they  have  made 
out  of  wood. 


SPECIAL   SUGGESTIONS 

The  following  suggestions  for  subjects  and  treat- 
ments may  be  of  help  in  the  art  work : 

The  Wonderful  Teakettle.  Page  it. 

Draw  a  teakettle,  make  a  model  of  the  temple, 
model  the  teakettle  in  clay  and  change  it  into  a 
badger.     Make  a  design  for  cup  and  saucers. 

The  Wood-Ciitters  Sake.  Page  ip. 

Paint  the  wood-cutter  going  up  the  mountain- 
side, draw  or  cut  out  the  badger,  the  gourd,  and 
the  dishes  used  at  the  feast.  Paint  the  wonderful 
waterfall. 

The  Mirror  of  Matsuyama.  Page  2g. 

Introduce  perspective.  Why  did  the  man  dis- 
appear in  the  distance?  Which  looks  larger,  a 
tree  near  by  or  one  far  away  ? 

Paint  a  scene  in  Tokio. 

Make  a  lantern,  painting  paper  for  the  sides. 


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Paint  the  bamboo 

Draw  the  Eight- 


The  Eight-Headed  Serpent. 

Make  chopsticks  from  wood, 
thicket  and  the  river  at  sunset. 
Headed  Serpent. 
The  Stolen  Charm.  Page  44. 

Draw,  paint,  or  model  the  dog,  the  fox  cub,  the 
ship,  the  foam  fairy,  and  the  ogre.  Let  the  chil- 
dren, for  recreation,  try  the  Japanese  dance,  which 
consists  in  swaying  and  posturing  to  represent 
some  story  or  phase  of  nature.  The  feet  are  rarely 
moved.  .    . 

Urashima.  Page  51. 

Model  a  turtle,  draw  or  paint  the  boy  fishing, 
the  palace  in  the  ocean,  the  cottage  by  the  pine  tree. 
For  the  game,  practice  the  motions  of  rowing. 
The  Tongue-Cut  Sparrow.  Page  58. 

Draw  or  paint  the  sparrow,  the  bat,  the  mouse, 
and  the  baskets.     Design  the  screens  of  the  house. 
Make  the  screens,  using  thin  strips  of  wood  or 
cardboard  for  the  frames. 
Sliippeitaro.  Page  67. 

Draw  the  forest  and  temple,  the  cats  and  Ship- 
peitaro.    Make  a  pasteboard  model  of  the  temple. 


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"The  Place  of  Industries  in  Elementary  Education" 

This  series  for  the  early  grades  embodies  the  experience  of  the  race  in  industrial 
and  social  processes  which  is  related  with  a  marked  freshness  and  simplicity.  By 
story,  practical  activities,  and  unusual  pictures  it  appeals  to  the  whole  child  and 
enables  him  to  understand  in  a  measure  the  complex  life  about  him. 

The  Tree-dwellers:    The  Age  of  Fear.    Primary  grades. 

The  Tree-dwellers  gives  an  absorbing  story  of  man  before  the  fire  and  after  its 
mastery,  together  with  its  part  in  civilizing  the  race.  Man's  struggle  for  food  and 
shelter,  his  crude  industrial  efforts  and  first  reach  after  social  pleasures  are  pictured 
in  graphic  style. 

The  Early  Cave-men :     The  Age  of  Combat.    Primary 
grades. 

The  Age  of  Combat  takes  the  reader  into  the  long-drawn  battle  for  supremacy 
between  the  cave-dwellers  and  the  animals  of  the  period.  Fire,  and  its  rediscovery 
after  the  flood,  play  a  big  part  here.  Fire  means  defense,  warmth,  the  rousing  of 
man  to  new  defensive  and  industrial  efforts. 

The  Later  Cave-men :  The  Age  of  the  Chase.  Primary 
grades. 

In  this  gripping  story  the  beginnings  of  the  chase — the  second  industry — are  well 
brought  out.  From  the  pursued,  man  becomes  the  pursuer.  Cooperation  manifests 
its  power.     Inventive  genius  springs  into  swift  and  clever  action. 

The  Early  Sea  People:     First  Steps  in  the  Conquest 
of  the  Waters.     Intermediate  grades. 

In  the  fourth  book  the  second  industry — fishing — comes  into  prominence.  Clans, 
driven  from  post  to  post,  make  their  homes  on  the  shores  of  the  sea  and  adapt  their 
life  to  new  conditions.  The  first  man  ventures  forth  on  unknown  waters,  and  with 
him  begins  vast  new  progress. 

The  Early  Herdsmen.     Intermediate  grades. 

At  this  stage  of  his  development,  man  takes  the  first  steps  in  taming  animals — 
dogs,  for  hunting  purposes,  and  the  grass-eating  animals — goats,  and  cows,  to  serve 
the  hunger  needs  of  the  clans.  These,  driven  by  the  long  winters,  seek  warmer  climes 
for  themselves  and  new  pastures  for  their  herds. 

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Storyland  in  Play.      By  Ada  M.  Skinner,  teacher  of  first  grade, 

St.  Agatha  School,  New  York  City.     First  and  second  grades. 

The  stories  in  this  little  book — fables,  folklore,  and  poems,  from  English,  Irish, 
and  German  sources,  are  chosen  for  their  strong  interest,  simple  outline,  and  marked 
dramatic  quality.        Sprightly  pictures  in  colors  by  Mary  L.  Spoor. 

Stories  to  Act.      By  Frances  Gillespie  Wickes,  teacher  of  second 

grade,  St.  Agatha  School,  New  York  City.     Second  grade. 

Half  plays,  and  half  stories  to  dramatize,  the  content  of  this  book,  covers  a  wide 
range  of  interest.  Fairy  tales,  stories  of  animals,  wind  and  rain,  are  from  Southern, 
English,  and  German  folklore  and  Japanese  mythology.  Humorous  pictures  in  colors 
by  Maud  Hunt  Squire. 

Story  Hour  Plays.      By  Frances  MintzGoman,  formerly  of  Avon 

Avenue  School,  Newark,  New  Jersey.      Third  and  fourth  grades. 

These  books  are  chiefly  about  animals  and  birds.  They  are  based  upon  stories 
from  Russia,  the  Punjab,  Malay,  Africa.  There  are  selections  from  Lessing,  Bidpai 
and  others.  Swift  in  movement  and  to  the  point,  these  plays  reflect  life,  humor  and 
strong  moral  lessons.    Pictures  in  colors  by  Clara  Powers  Wilson. 


Fairy  Plays   for  Children. 

Ethical  Culture  School,  New  York  City. 


By  Mabel  R.  Goodlander  of  the 
Second  and  third  grades. 


A  book  of  fairy  plays  that  may  be  used  as  a  dramatic  reader.  With  many  of  the 
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In  the  first  half  of  the  book  are  short  dramatic  readings  and  poems,  in  the  second, 
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High  School,  Toledo,  Ohio.      Formerly  Supervisor  of 

Drawing,  Bloomington,  Illinois. 

Every  child  loves  pictures  and  wants  them.  If  they  tell  a  story,  so  much  the 
better.  In  these  eight  little  books  for  the  grades,  Miss  Carpenter  utilizes  with  skill 
this  instinct  of  the  little  picture  lover.  With  fifty-seven  carefully  selected  master- 
pieces, stories  of  the  pictures,  and  little  sketches  of  the  artists,  she  teaches  the  child 
to  know  and  to  care  for  the  works  of  the  master  painters. 

The  stories  are  delightfully  simple  and  informative,  and  the  pictures  as  well  as 
the  text  are  graded  to  the  interests  and  powers  of  the  child. 

Book  One.  Mothers  and  babies,  children  and  little  animals  are  the  interests 
pictured  here.  Reproductions  from  Raphael  to  modern  painters  include  The  Madonna 
of  the  Chair  and  the  Feeding  Her  Birds  by  Millet. 

Book  Two.  In  the  second  grade  the  child  and  animal  interests  of  little  children 
are  still  strong.  These  are  fed  by  such  charming  pictures  as  Millet's  First  Step, 
Reynold's  The  Strawberry  Girl,  Renouf's  A  Helping  Hand,  and  others. 

Book  Three.  To  meet  the  broadening  interests  of  the  third  grade,  industrial 
pictures  are  introduced,  for  example,  Landseer's  Shoeing  the  Bay  Mare,  with  delightful 
pictures  of  child  life  in  which  little  ones  themselves  are  busy. 

Book  Four.  By  means  of  the  master  work  of  Murillo,  Landseer,  Millet,  Corot, 
and  Boughton,  the  historical  and  industrial  strain  is  further  developed. 

Book  Five.  In  this  grade  pictures  in  which  history  and  industry  are  prominent 
are  continued.  Millet's  The  Gleaners,  Dicksee's  The  Child  Handel,  Bonheur's  Horse 
Fair  and  others,  give  an  idea  of  the  contents. 

Book  Six.  Through  Watts'  Sir  Galahad,  Alma  Tadema's  Reading  from  Homer, 
Guido  Reni's  Aurora,  and  others,  the  sixth  grade  is  introduced  to  myths  and  legends 
in  the  picture  world. 

Book  Seven.  For  boys  and  girls  of  the  seventh  grade,  history  in  pictures  is 
featured.  Turner's  Temeraire,  Da  Vinci's  The  Last  Supper,  Le  Page's  Joan  of  Arc, 
ar.d  other  such  famous  paintings  are  well  reproduced  and  treated. 

Book  Eight.  The  subject  matter  here  is  more  diversified  than  in  the  preceding 
book.  American  painters  and  illustrators  with  their  work  are  covered.  Among 
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The  Sunbonnet  Babies  Primer.     First  grade. 

A  world  famous  primer.  The  Sunbonnets,  their  pleasures  in  mud-pie  making 
oarty-giving,  and  house-keeping,  excite  the  keenest  interest  and  a  ready  voicing  ot 
!he  text.     The  words  are  very  simple  and  grading  easy. 

The  Overall  Boys.     First  and  second  grades. 

The  Overall  Boys  are  jolly  little  chaps  in  blue  overalls  and  straw  sombreros  whose 
labors  consist  chiefly  of  camping,  sand-digging,  making  hay,  and  fishing.  I  he  text 
is  simple  and  grading  careful. 

The  Sunbonnets  and  Overalls:  An  Operetta  and  a 
Dramatic  Reader.  Etta  M.  Hogate  and  Eulalie  Osgood 
Grover.     Primary  grades. 

The  first  half  of  this  book  is  composed  of  verses  and  dramatic  readings.  The 
second,  of  the  operetta  with  its  rhythmical  songs,  drills,  and  musical  exercises,  bimple 
stage  setting  and  costumes. 

The  Sunbonnet  Babies  in  Holland.  Second  and 
third  grades. 

This  is  the  first  of  several  little  travel  books  much  liked  by  children.  The  story 
concerns  both  land  and  sea,  and  Holland  with  its  quaint  people  unique  sights  and 
customs  is  the  center  of  action.  The  little  travelers  learn  much  about  Dutch  lite 
and  end  by  drinking  tea  with  the  little  Princess  Juliana. 

The  Overall  Boys  in  Switzerland.  Second  and 
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From  the  gangplank  of  an  ocean  liner  Joe  and  Jack  step  right  into  the  romance 
and  history  of  Europe.  Up  the  Rhine  they  go  to  Bern.  They  climb  the  Rigi,  explore 
glacier  caverns,  visit  the  scene  of  William  Tell's  story  and  learn  much  about  the 
industries  and  life  of  the  famous  little  republic. 

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With  the  small  tourist  the  reader  gets  fascinating  glimpses  of  the  life,  natural 
features,  and  the  man-made  wonders  of  Italy.  He  walks  on  the  crust  of  the  boiling 
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